Gotta love the Cure.
May. 26th, 2004 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1*humming "Friday, I'm in love".*
Somebody's gotta eat these cookies! I can't take them home.
Oh, found out our refugees names. Athena (Stubby) and Smokey(Loudmouth). Hokay. *shrug* Athena likes me. She likes to lie on my chest when I'm lounging on the couch. Tonight she gets the rest of her mats shaved off. I have decided!
Now to get this story out of my head before I go nuts.
"Lilly! NO!!!" Guyth bolted upright, reaching for...nothing. Heart pounding, gasping, he looked around. Window. Monitors. IV. He was still in the hospital. Guyth sighed deeply and dropped back onto his pillow. The nightmare lingered in his brain, taunting him with images of Lilly being dragged away by thick black smoke. He was never going near cyberspace again. Neither was Lilly. He clenched his fists, remembering. The fear. The disgust. The desperation. He had left the safety of the group, his only concern saving the woman he loved. He broke the hold, pulled her to safety and took a near-fatal shot in the back. After that was fuzzy. All he could clearly recall was seeing Lilly standing over him, fists clenched and glowing with white fire. His personal angel. How had they gotten out of that horror? The door opened and the night nurse came in.
"Bad dream, Guyth?" The Labrador asked, fussing with his blankets. He hated fussing.
"Yes. It's over now."
"Would you like something to help you sleep?" She checked his IV and monitors.
"No, thank you. I'm fine." He suffered the routine check of his vitals quietly. The nurse smiled at him when she finished and handed him a book.
"Miss Lillyflower said to give this to you when you woke up. She'll be back tomorrow to help with your PT. She's quite a friend. You're very lucky."
"Yes. I am. Thank you." Guyth lowered his head and stared at the book.
"Try to get some sleep." The nurse left the room, leaving the bedside light on. Guyth stroked the cover. His mother's book. A piece of paper, neatly folded, was just inside the cover. He picked it up, unfolded it and read.
"Dear Guyth,
I thought you might need this. I will be bringing your journal with me tomorrow so you can get back to your poetry. You should have plenty of material after what happened. Goddess knows I have.
Thank you, Guyth, for saving my life in that battle. You were very brave and I'm so very glad you are awake and doing better. I was worried, dear friend.
Love,
Lillyflower"
"Do you, Lilly?" He whispered. Tucking the note back into the book, he turned off the light and lay down, the book tucked under his pillow. "Do you really?"
*sniffle* This is getting deep!
Somebody's gotta eat these cookies! I can't take them home.
Oh, found out our refugees names. Athena (Stubby) and Smokey(Loudmouth). Hokay. *shrug* Athena likes me. She likes to lie on my chest when I'm lounging on the couch. Tonight she gets the rest of her mats shaved off. I have decided!
Now to get this story out of my head before I go nuts.
"Lilly! NO!!!" Guyth bolted upright, reaching for...nothing. Heart pounding, gasping, he looked around. Window. Monitors. IV. He was still in the hospital. Guyth sighed deeply and dropped back onto his pillow. The nightmare lingered in his brain, taunting him with images of Lilly being dragged away by thick black smoke. He was never going near cyberspace again. Neither was Lilly. He clenched his fists, remembering. The fear. The disgust. The desperation. He had left the safety of the group, his only concern saving the woman he loved. He broke the hold, pulled her to safety and took a near-fatal shot in the back. After that was fuzzy. All he could clearly recall was seeing Lilly standing over him, fists clenched and glowing with white fire. His personal angel. How had they gotten out of that horror? The door opened and the night nurse came in.
"Bad dream, Guyth?" The Labrador asked, fussing with his blankets. He hated fussing.
"Yes. It's over now."
"Would you like something to help you sleep?" She checked his IV and monitors.
"No, thank you. I'm fine." He suffered the routine check of his vitals quietly. The nurse smiled at him when she finished and handed him a book.
"Miss Lillyflower said to give this to you when you woke up. She'll be back tomorrow to help with your PT. She's quite a friend. You're very lucky."
"Yes. I am. Thank you." Guyth lowered his head and stared at the book.
"Try to get some sleep." The nurse left the room, leaving the bedside light on. Guyth stroked the cover. His mother's book. A piece of paper, neatly folded, was just inside the cover. He picked it up, unfolded it and read.
"Dear Guyth,
I thought you might need this. I will be bringing your journal with me tomorrow so you can get back to your poetry. You should have plenty of material after what happened. Goddess knows I have.
Thank you, Guyth, for saving my life in that battle. You were very brave and I'm so very glad you are awake and doing better. I was worried, dear friend.
Love,
Lillyflower"
"Do you, Lilly?" He whispered. Tucking the note back into the book, he turned off the light and lay down, the book tucked under his pillow. "Do you really?"
*sniffle* This is getting deep!
